"Go back?" Xiaofei held the satellite phone in his hand tightly, and his eyes turned red in an instant.

He didn't want to go back, but ten days had passed since a month. He still didn't find Liu Mang's traces.

It was not that he had thought that he would drive the speedboat to the depths of the Sea of ​​Death, but as long as the speedboat penetrated deeper again, all his equipment would fail. He could not find the direction, nor even know the time, which was very strange.

"Ah, Brother Liu, where are you?" Xiaofei roared at the endless sea. However, the sea had no other response except the sound of waves.

"I'm sorry, Brother Liu. I'm leaving!"

Ten minutes passed, and Xiaofei stopped waiting. He looked at the sea that was connected to the sky again, started the speedboat, and frantically sailed across the sea surface. He disappeared rapidly.

A week later, Xiaofei finally returned to the capital.

As soon as he met Mr. Chen, Xiao Fei handed Liu Mang's things to Mr. Chen.

And the so-called thing is just a mobile phone.

"Xiaofei, go down and rest!" After taking the phone handed over by Xiaofei, Mr. Chen sighed.

"Yes. Chief!" Xiaofei retreated silently with tears in his eyes.

"Grandpa, Liu Mang... Is Liu Mang really dead?" Xiao Fei just left, and Chen Jiao, who had been following Mr. Chen, could no longer control herself, and tears flowed down instantly.

Mr. Chen held Liu Mang's cell phone tightly and said in pain: "Jiaojiao, that kid probably had been buried in the sea more than a month ago. But we didn't want to believe this fact, so Xiaofei was just waiting there."

Liu Mang was summoned to the Demon Hunting Team. He never thought that Liu Mang, the terrifying existence known as the God of Death, would die in the sea of ​​death. He was extremely heartbroken.

"Oh, I can't hear anyone dare to call me Old Man Chen again!" Old Chen sighed heavy again.

"Woo woo..." Chen Jiao was already silent.

Seeing Chen Jiao crying, Chen Lao rubbed Chen Jiao's head lovingly, comforted her for a while, and then turned on Liu Mang's cell phone.

As soon as the phone was opened, the message reminder kept ringing.

A few minutes later, Mr. Chen turned on the missed phone call.

"The little witch, eight hundred missed the phone. Father, four hundred missed the phone. Uncle Li, one hundred missed the phone. Little Lajiao, one hundred missed the phone. Old Man Chen, ten missed the phone...."

When he saw the three words "Old Man Chen" displayed on his phone, Old Chen suddenly had the urge to cry.

However, he is already old and has experienced too many storms. He can't cry, let alone cry.

"call!"

Mr. Chen vomited a deep breath and opened Liu Mang's father Liu Qingcheng's mobile phone number.

"Dudu..."

After a few rings, the phone was connected.

"Mang'er?" Liu Qingcheng's heavy but trembling voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Mr. Liu, I am Chen Weimin, the leader of Liu Mang." Mr. Chen said after taking a deep breath.

"Mr. Chen is right?" In an office of the Li Group in Yang City, Liu Qingcheng's hand holding the phone was already bulging.

"Yes, it's me!" Mr. Chen replied.

"Old Chen, tell me, I'll listen." Liu Qingcheng tried his best to keep his heart calm. He seemed to have understood something.

"Liu Mang sacrificed his life for the country." Mr. Chen said heavy.

"Where is his body?" Liu Qingcheng's voice trembled violently.

"He was buried in the sea, we did not find his body." Mr. Chen said again.

On the other end of the phone, Liu Qingchen was silent. After a while, he began to say, "Liu Mang sacrificed his life for the country and died as a result!"

Die to the point?

After hanging up the phone, Mr. Chen sighed heavily, feeling very uncomfortable.

After a while, he handed the phone to Chen Jiao and said in a deep voice: "Jiaojiao, that little witch, come and tell her!"

Chen Jiao took Liu Mang's cell phone mutely, with tears flowing in her eyes.

After gently wiping away the tears in her eyes, she called the little witch tremblingly.

"Liu Mang, you bastard, if you don't answer my phone number, your little witch will be abducted by someone else." When the phone is connected, the little witch's crying voice came into Chen Jiao's ears.

The extremely longing sound made Chen Jiao's tears that she had finally wiped dry again.

"Liu Mang, speak quickly." The little witch's voice was heartbreaking and heartbreaking.

"Xiaoxue, it's me, Sister Jiao!" Although she felt very unwilling, Chen Jiao finally spoke.

"Where is Liu Mang, Sister Jiao, where is Liu Mang?" Hearing Chen Jiao's voice, the little witch was completely panicked.

"Xiaoxue, Liu Mang... Liu Mang sacrificed his life for the country." Chen Jiao gritted her teeth.

"What?" The little witch in the villa was shocked and almost fainted. Fortunately, her right hand was quick and her hands almost grabbed her.

After a while, the little witch said tremblingly: "He...how did he die?"

"He encountered an attack during his mission," Chen Jiao said.

"Where is his body?" The little witch's voice was already hoarse.

"He encountered an attack on the sea and no corpse was found." The little witch asked, and Chen Jiao replied.

No body was found?

The little witch could no longer support her. She instantly collapsed on the ground. She held her knees with her hands and buried her head between her knees, constantly shaking her body, crying with the rain, heartbroken.

A month ago, Liu Mang was still accompanying her to go shopping and watch the sunrise and setting. The scenes of the past seemed to be yesterday, so why did it suddenly disappear?

"Woooo, Liu Mang, why are you willing to bear the little witch? You are so cruel."

Tears fell on the ground like raindrops, and her delicate face was covered with tears. She never thought that she never thought that the parting a month ago would become eternal.

At this moment, the right hand next to the little witch had already clenched into fists, and a deep pain flashed in the blue eyes.

Liu Mang was like a real god in her mind. She never thought that Liu Mang would die.

Chen Jiao's sudden news made her unacceptable, unbelievable, and even made her angry.

......

At the same time, Mo Tianpeng, who was drinking tea in the Mo family in the capital, suddenly received a call.

After answering the call, Mo Tianpeng suddenly laughed.

"Liu Mang, Liu Mang, are you finally dead?"

"Since you are dead, then my Mo family can do it!"

After a smirk, Mo Tianpeng called with his cell phone

A few phone calls.

When Liu Mang left, he had already started to make arrangements.

Now that Liu Mang is confirmed to be dead, he finally takes action and can close the Internet

It's right.

In an office of the Liu Group in Yang City, Liu Qingcheng sat quietly on the sofa, and his originally old face became even older.

He smoked cigarettes one after another, and the office was filled with smoke, and the ground was already full of cigarette butts.

The left hand, known as the God's left hand, stood quietly beside him. At this moment, there was an incredible look on the cold and gorgeous face of the left hand, and there was an unspeakable pain in his eyes.

Like her right hand, she could not believe the news that Liu Mang was dead.

Death, this is Death. Who can kill him? How could he die?

"Ah Zuo! Go!" Suddenly, Liu Qingcheng, who was originally smoking a cigarette, stood up.

He shook his head gently with his left hand: "Mr. Liu, the god of death asks me to protect you, and I will always protect you, unless I get Liu Mang's order!"

"You go, my son is dead, you don't need to guard me as an old man anymore." Liu Qingcheng waved his hand and said lonely. With his experience, he had already seen that his left hand was Liu Mang's subordinate.

Now that Liu Mang is no longer there, he doesn't want to leave his left hand by his side anymore.

"Mr. Liu, unless the God of Death has a order, I will never leave!" said left hand stubbornly.

"No need, I probably don't need your protection." Liu Qingcheng walked towards the office window with his eyes and glanced downstairs.

In an instant, he saw police cars parked downstairs of the Liu Group.

He knew that the Mo family, who had been quiet for more than a month, finally counterattacked.

Without Liu Mang, the Mo family finally counterattacked unscrupulously.

Bang!

Suddenly, the office door was kicked open violently.

More than a dozen special police officers, led by a young man with a cold face, came to Liu Qingcheng in a fierce manner.

"Are you Liu Qingcheng?" As soon as he rushed in, the young man looked at Liu Qingcheng coldly and said.

"Who are you?" Liu Qingcheng extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand and said indifferently. Although he had guessed who the other party was, he still wanted to confirm.
To be continued...